C’mon Max you can’t have parental controls turned on, can you?“Thanks, I’m glad you like them.” Macy held her hands behind her back and jigg...ed her tits a little for me. Yes! This was going to fucking work! “Turn around and pull down your pants," I said, and by god, it happened. This little robotic angel turned on her heels, and got her ass out for me. Her AI clearly knew it was a sexual request cause she bent over a little, hands braced on her knees and pushing her fat butt towards me. I. I didn’t really have any plan other than that I could use some company for the evening and that maybe the three of us could go to dinner.When Kurt’s voicemail picked up, I felt a small pang of disappointment and nearly hung up, but decided to leave a message, “Hi Kurt and Alexia, this is Jen. Brad had to fly out to close a deal and won’t be back until late tomorrow, so I’m looking for some friends for dinner! Give me a ring if you’re game.”A few minutes later, my phone rang back and it was. "Oh, it gets better, this story of ours," continued Jamal. "See when the White husband started screwing his neighbor's Black wife, the little lonely White housewife started lookin' for some herself." Wha... ??????? gasped Kirk.The scene changed and now it was Marcy whose image appeared as she sucked Jamal to a full erection, then lay back and grunted heavily as he entered her. Within seconds, they were both mindlessly banging their bodies together in total abandon.Kirk's mouth dropped open as. The women have taken care of everything. Rose is like our official minister or something. Maybe she's the shaman of our village. Since everybody's involved, you won't have to be naked in front of the bonfire like she and I were." That's almost too much information, Brian. Although I rather suspected it." Where have I heard that before?" I laughed."What's your next bit of wisdom?" We swung up into the saddle after we were satisfied the fence wouldn't give way."The camper isn't soundproof."The.